(Hal Blair/Dan Robertson)
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I took you home from a party and we kissed and burned
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A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
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Instead of stopping when we could we went right on
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Til suddenly we found that the brakes were gone
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Oh you belong to someone else and I do too
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It's just crazy bein' here with you
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Like a bad motorcycyle with the devil in the seat
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
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I did not want to want you but now I have no choice
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To late to listen to that whining voice
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All I hear is thunder when two hearts beat
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
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Oh you're not free to belong to me
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And you know that I could never be your own
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But your lips on mine
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Oh, the sweet, sweet wine
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What are we going to do
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Warning signs are flashing everywhere we pay no heed
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Instead of slowing down the pace we're picking up speed
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Disaster's getting closer everytime we meet
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
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Goin ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
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Disaster's getting closer every time we meet
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Ninety Miles An Hour
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| John Berry |
